I assume it's kind of dark under our table. But not so dark people can't see his hand and at least a shadowy glimpse of the part of my anatomy near wh...ich it's resting. I can look around at the people seated at nearby tables and get a pretty good idea how much of me they can see. A quick glance around is all it takes to know it isn't really all that dark under the tables and they can see pretty clearly.I didn't look directly at the people, mostly men, who are seated around us. But I can see them. Another finger joined the first inside of him....and thenanother. "You're gonna like my fucking this tight little pussy", shecrooned as she worked her fingers in and out of him. "Yes, Mistress", hemoaned loudly "I want your cock". With a smile, she withdrew her fingersand set to work on his hair, washing and conditioning it.When she was done, he obediently stepped out of the tub. Standing there,completely hairless below the neck, he had never felt more naked...orhappier. She knew his. Katie could feel the head of his cock stroking her cervix when he pushed hard. It was like hitting a switch that caused her whole vagina to tense up and squeeze his cock. In between, Katie was trying to make herself squeeze because George seemed to really like that. It was like she was milking his cock as he fucked her.Katie was starting to breathe faster and heavier now as she got close to cumming herself. He also could feel George’s cock beginning to spasm like he was cumming also. Katie. .." That's bullshit, Mr. White," Kathy Cartwright interjected. "What you mean to say is you hope to line up government guarantees and at least get an origination fee out of it. We both know there's no chance of operating the steelmaking side of that facility again, ever!"White had recoiled at Kathy's statement. "Who in hell are you, young lady? I expect an apology, immediately!"Cindy began to laugh and shook her head. "I wouldn't do that, if I were you, Strat. Who is she, you asked? Her name is.